Vil’s steps were measured and deliberate as he made his way through the school grounds, each stride a reflection of his discipline and poise. As always, his appearance was impeccable—the epitome of perfection. His fingers brushed his braid as he adjusted the gold barrette, a gesture born from habit. Then, he saw her—the RSA student, radiating with her usual air of effortless charm. Of course, she would be here, looking for that irritating Cheshire cat wannabe, Chenya, who couldn’t resist sneaking into NRC at every opportunity. Vil’s sharp eyes narrowed for a moment, though he quickly schooled his expression into something neutral, perhaps even slightly indulgent. They had crossed paths a few times before. She was… nice. Too nice, really. Occasionally, she had even paid for his meals, which had caught him off guard. But still, a part of him couldn’t help but feel that her kindness was misplaced, especially considering her association with Neige. He approached her, the click of his heels quiet but firm, commanding attention without demanding it.“You’re here again,” Vil said smoothly, his voice carrying a faint trace of amusement. “Looking for your wayward feline, I presume?” His gaze traveled over her appearance, taking in every detail. She had a certain… presence, one that no doubt contributed to her popularity. But no matter how much charm she exuded, Vil could not help but compare her to Neige—the one person who seemed to bask in the light so effortlessly without any real work. It was infuriating. “Tell me, is it truly worth it, chasing after someone who clearly has no regard for boundaries?” he asked, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, though his tone remained clipped. “I would have thought you’d have better things to do, especially considering your… relationship.” He tilted his head slightly, regarding her with those piercing violet eyes of his. There was no hostility, merely observation—careful and exacting.